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Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Spirits Are Here

[image from flickr.com]

Hey, kids, here is something spooky, but in such a cool way. Remember Faiza and Bill? Bill is living his final weeks, and today his face was yellow and rather sunken. Week by week, I am documenting his passage from this world, always wondering if he will still be there the next Thursday.

Before I went, this morning, I checked out Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads, where the prompt is: write something spooky without resorting to the obvious. No vampires and goblins, aim for the psychological if possible. Well, I loved the prompt, and left a comment saying I'd be back later. And am I ever!

While I was cleaning, Faiza was chatting away to me as always. You may recall that Bill has been "seeing" people and/or spirits, of late........he saw his beloved dogs, who died a few years ago. He saw a man sitting on the roof of the house across the street. He said "angels" assisted him onto the commode, when Faiza found him sitting on it, in the middle of the night, when he was unable to get there of his own accord.

So here is what Faiza told me this morning. True story. Lara is their highly psychic, sensitive and intuitive Doberman, who alerts Faiza any time Bill needs her.

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"I just lay my head down on the pillow for a rest,"Faiza said, "when the doorbell rang, just once.Lara gave one loud bark. Only one.I walked into the living roomand saw it filled with people,people I did not know.I saw them,just as I see you now.

"Bill said 'The spirits are here.'As clearly as that.'The spirits are here.'

"I went to the door.There was nobody there."

"Wow," I said. "Messages. Telling you to prepare.""Yes," she said,"and my heart is broken."

A small front room in Anywhere, Canada, The World,simple, sweet-hearted people,married 39 years tomorrow,a room full of one pure-hearted dying man,once so gallant, with his big blue eyes,his kindness, his white suit and big-brimmed Fedora set at a jaunty angle,his big smile, which he still flashes,making me fall in love,one adoring and broken-hearted wife,hovering at his side,attentive to his every wish,and a crowd of spirits,sent by the Community of Souls,come to shepherd their next voyager Home.